I've just written (*ahem* typed) this - any good? I had the storm (Gonzalo?) partly in mind.

Ode to Autumn by IzzyS

The leaves spiral down,
slowly, surely, the ground within their sights,
down, down, down they float,
as if trees shedding their skin,
marking the start of a reflective time -
time to look back and shed a tear,
for that which went wrong, while revelling,
in whats to come...
as the year journeys toward its inevitable end,
so a new one shall surely take its place.

For now though, feel the bitter winds blow,
gusts strong and stubborn push through,
skies turn grey, turbulence to come -
there's change in the air...
the festival of colours that earlier shone bright,
become somewhat subdued, storms approaching,
darkness falling,
people retreat indoors,
lights switch on, heating cranked up,
lets hope it passes quickly,
secretly thankful for the shelter we have,
ever hopeful for calmer times ahead,
while torrents of rain slap across many a window.

In the cold light of day,
may we see the remnants,
colour blossoms outside once more,
natures resiliance ever evident.

Raindrops hang down, branches strewn over paths,
mother natures frustration has been and gone,
her beauty starts to timidly come out once more
and we all breathe a sigh of relief.

Love it Izzy. Your imagery is just sublime. If you absorb each verse you've written into your mind and close your eyes and imagine, you can actually visualise and feel Autumn. Without trying to sound patronising, well done!

Thank you very much, I appreciate that its probably not greatly original but I thought its nice to write something slightly different and nature based for a bit of a change as well.

Riveting pancakes

I woke up this morning with a couple of lines going around my head, so I spent half an hour scribbling this down. Its slightly all over the place but it kind of works. I think I prefer last nights one on balance but I wanted to share it anyway

Compassion Must Prevail! by IzzyS

Looking at the world
through the eyes of a child,
there's so much wonder, optimism, excitement -
so much to learn,
so many questions,
every animal encountered, a new friend in the making,
every teacher at school,
widening their horizons,
their eagerness shines through.

Why is it, mummy and daddy is so worried
about the world around me?
there's so much talk,
of hatred and intolerance,
terrorism and poverty,
concepts somewhat baffling to those new to the world,
how can these things be?.

The mind of a child
must not be poisoned,
for if we can not protect the idea of that innocence,
believe in the ability to and importance of trust,
that humans are at heart good,
that compassion can prevail over hatred,
then what lies ahead for us?.

We're only human,
more fragile than we care to believe or admit,
so lets come together
and put our adult issues to one side,
for to save the human race from generations of suffering,
we must go back in time and somehow
salvage the innocence,
regain that excitement,
feel that hope and believe -
that evil won't prevail, can't!
That we can and will improve,
for the sake of our future generations,
limit the suffering of others, will you please?
So we can be a species to be proud of.

CALIGNOSITY


Will the light ever come?
Will I feel the warmth of the sun again?
I breathe, but am not breathing.
I see, but am not seeing.
I hear but am not hearing.
Will the light ever come?

Will the darkness disappear?
Will I feel the glow of the sunrise again?
I feel, but am not feeling.
I laugh, but am not laughing.
I touch, but am not touching
Will the darkness disappear?

When the light's out I'm lonely
When the lights are out I'm sad.
I wonder if the dark comes only
To those who are wicked and bad.

But the dim lit room I sit in
Is brightened by your smile.
For even though you are not living
I feel comforted awhile.

The darkness is a nightmare
That surrounds your weary head.
The things that dwell within there
Should be somewhere else instead.

But the light comes from your presence,
That glows throughout the place.
I feel inspired by the essence
Of the smile upon your face.

Will the dim light get brighter?
Will I ever feel the sparkle of the moon again?
I smile, but am not smiling.
I sigh, but am not sighing.
I speak, but am not speaking.
Will the dim light get brighter?

Will the light be ever burning?
Will I ever be captured by darkness again?
I speak, and I am speaking.
I sigh, and I am sighing.
I smile, and I am smiling.
I touch, and I am touching.
I laugh, and I am laughing.
I feel, and I am feeling.
I hear, and I am hearing.
I see, and I am seeing.
I breathe, and I am breathing!
Will the light be ever burning?

I will feel the warmth of the sunlight again.

(c) 2014. (Taken from my book "Into the Light".)

Wow! Look at those words you've written. The power of that one verse and next line of the following verse is mindblowing. Considering what goes on throughout the world, it is easy to forget just how fabulous most human beings are towards each other. You made me realise this one key element of being a person in the few lines I quoted. Izzy, you're on a roll!!!

Thanks! I hadn't written for a short while, I guess I was building up to it(?) lol. I think being on holiday is helping too, im usually so stressed I can't think much past that but its definitely nice to write some more general pieces. Looking at that part you quoted, makes me want to edit it a bit though (one or two words don't really work/unnecessary?) and I already changed one or two parts before typing it in(!). I wrote it as soon as I got up this morning.

Yours is very good too quite spooky (perhaps apt, with Halloween approaching?). Calignosity is a word I don't think I've ever come across before.

Calignosity is a word that means dimly lit or "of the darkness". it stems from caliginous or caliginosity which simply means The Dark.

http://www.thesaurus.com/browse/calignosity

Hi Wizzy This poem has a great twist at the end - I really wasn't expecting that! I always find dark subjects work well with fast-moving rhythms and the flow really suited the topic here.

I'm glad you enjoyed my poem Wizzy

Interesting - thanks I only just saw this now, must have missed it when you posted this initially

Fantasy Fade-Out

No lamppost shows the way
In Narnia today
And Elrond's kind are slaves,
While Tolkien and Lewis never frown,
They must turn in their graves,
For we have lost the written war
And London bridge is falling down
Because Imagination is no more.

The Mad Hatter feels sane
And Aslan's cut his mane,
Though Gollum follows still,
Jerusalem's revival here I doubt;
When poetry stagnates
And all the book shops close
And Albion's last lantern flickers out
I'll watch as Peter Pan locks up the gates.


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A heartfelt plea - I'm sure most would agree with you Izzy. I do despair at times when I watch the news

Nice one Wizzy - I hadn't heard of 'calignosity' either Parts of it reminded me of Pete Townshend's 'See me, feel me, touch me, heal me'

A beautiful poem for the season Izzy This summed up the features of autumn - I think it's my favourite time of the year

That reminds me, I must sweep up the ton of leaves in the garden

Flipping pancakes

Who doesn't?


Until the wind comes back and whips them up again

Thank you

This is a sad poem. Has the world regressed so far back before imagination and myth was part of our innocence? Have kids really stopped revelling in fantasy and creating their own magic? Unfortunately I think I know that answer and your poem summed it up perfectly. Thankfully, my imagination is safely intact. Thanks musty. A thought - provoking piece and ever so poignantly executed.

They say that the eyes light on beauty
The ears hear the music of spheres
A hand can be gentle, can be quite transcendental
Compassionate. Calming ones fears.

But when all's said and done a sneeze is a sneeze
There's no getting round that at all
When bits of the universe get up your nose
The reaction can't always enthral.

calm down, dear Musty.

Nice autumn poem Izzy

Sometimes funny to watch as leaves go by and see where they land, have you noticed the wind sometimes brings the leaves together because even though the leaves are on a tree, they sway their own way.

A little lighter in style to some of my recent postings! This poem sums up my feelings of my recent holiday to Benidorm. Benidorm really isn't my cup of tea but things you have to do to keep friends happy!

THERE IS A CHARGE

Just got home from a holiday.
I went on an aeroplane!
All the way across Northern Europe
To Benidorm in Spain.
I went on an all inclusive,
So believed everything was paid!
But my money disappeared quickly
The longer that I stayed!

I wanted an extra pillow
Because the one supplied was limp and lame,
But reception said "There is a charge"
If I wanted one the same!
I wanted to keep my belongings secure
And have them safely locked away!
But "There is an extra charge for that"
The receptionist did say!

I asked to use the internet
And to have coffee in my room
"There is a charge sir" was what I was told
And my face became one of gloom!
I enquired about a hairdryer,
To have, just in case!
When I was told about the extra charge
You should have seen my face!

I wanted to have a little drink,
To refresh myself beside the pool!
"Oh that's not included in your holiday deal!"
Of course not, I'm such a fool!
For all inclusive really means
That they include it for a price!
So if you're thinking about going abroad,
I'd suggest that you think twice.

For while some things are paid for upfront,
Most of it is not!
Take a look at what is there
And how much money you have got!
For things are not all it seems,
And frankly by and large,
Everything you think you need
Will be subject to a charge!

(c) 2014.

Great poem Droogie It had a touch of the Pam Ayers about it

A common experience I'm sure Izzy